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The strength of a woman.
It/'/s like a symphony of traits.
A beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions.
And truly how is it measured?
If one could measure it at all.
Enduring physical and emotional abuse.
By one and all.
But at the end of it all.
Standing strong triumphant.
With dignity and valour.
Still loving, nurturing and caring.
One is quite quick to brand these fair maidens.
Yes.
They are the weaker sex.
Is this why God gave them, and only them?
The task of bearing life.
Or being the voice of reason.
And the cornerstone of the home.
Motherhood.
Home maker.
Peacekeeper.
Best friend.
Lover.
What man could fulfill these requirements?
No disrespect.
But not even sweet Jesus, because.
This was to be the woman’s task in life.
Where did I witness this for the first time?
Who lead me to this understanding?
My mother.
She was God’s messenger.
She instilled the true beauty of woman in me.
The true purpose of Eve.
For Adam was lonely.
Not needy!
God Himself saw fit to place these beings on earth.
Not to be abused.
But rather.
To be loved.
Cherished.
And above all protected.
Damned is the one.
Who dose not
Love.
Cherish.
Or protect.
For sin against a woman.
Is a slap in the face of God.
And that of your own mother.

RR
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The Strength Of A Woman
Date: Tuesday, 9th August 2016 @ 04:57:28 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: RussellReinhardt
2016-08-09

The strength of a woman.
It/'/s like a symphony of traits.
A beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions.
And truly how is it measured?
If one could measure it at all.
Enduring physical and emotional abuse.
By one and all.
But at the end of it all.
Standing strong triumphant.
With dignity and valour.
Still loving, nurturing and caring.
One is quite quick to brand these fair maidens.
Yes.
They are the weaker sex.
Is this why God gave them, and only them?
The task of bearing life.
Or being the voice of reason.
And the cornerstone of the home.
Motherhood.
Home maker.
Peacekeeper.
Best friend.
Lover.
What man could fulfill these requirements?
No disrespect.
But not even sweet Jesus, because.
This was to be the woman’s task in life.
Where did I witness this for the first time?
Who lead me to this understanding?
My mother.
She was God’s messenger.
She instilled the true beauty of woman in me.
The true purpose of Eve.
For Adam was lonely.
Not needy!
God Himself saw fit to place these beings on earth.
Not to be abused.
But rather.
To be loved.
Cherished.
And above all protected.
Damned is the one.
Who dose not
Love.
Cherish.
Or protect.
For sin against a woman.
Is a slap in the face of God.
And that of your own mother.

RR


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